~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

Pitter patter sound of rain
There it goes again
On the window pain
No friends outside
They're sheltering from the rain.

A huge coal fire burning bright
A welcoming sight
A bright flikering flame
By a big armchai
While sheltering from the rain.

The smell of homemade soup
simmering on the stove
And granny sits on her armchair
On the floor resting against the leather
Beside her I sit reading my favourite book,
while sheltering frpm the rain














{Mary Ann MCPhedran Angle's Army}
{Mary Ann MCPhedran Newbie Academy.}